As the wave caresses the bleach blonde sand, it folds over itself, in a continuous cycle, spreading out its love to each minuscule grain.
As the blanket slowly dissipates, the sand anticipates what will come next.
Boulders, to the left and to the right, act as sound barriers, suppressing the screams and thrashes of the violent water, guiding it on a one way path to shake hands with the shore.
The sunset acts simply as a halo, displaying its chemically factored colors around the perimeter of these large rigid rocks.
As the sun begins to sit, so do the slightly curved sheets of foam while they nestle into the pockets of the rising tide.
The white water scoots along, in a b-line straight for land, repeating the same cycle. Finally, the sky has created a pink imprint where the water has marked the sand; such a picturesque image.
Through this picturesque image, from a novice level to the people who have been ‘riding the wave’ since day one, it was a perfect journey that no picture captured by any camera could describe.
by Jack Amato
Beautifully written...what an amazing image...wish we were there to experience it first hand!